The Imprisoned Heart
It no longer resorts to kicking and screaming.
It knows that I can shut it out easily.
Instead it decides to wait,
Simply worming it's way into my mind
I speak of my heart,
trapped inside a fortress of a mentality.
unable to speak freely and give opinion,
it's safer like this, the cold voice whispers.
It worked for some time,
that is until I met someone,
this someone who simply walked
through the walls as if they were thin air.
My mind rages on and on
It cannot accept my failure
And yet it does not notice that by sealing my heart again,
it seals that someone in
And yet by pure probability,
one that cannot be calculated
someone mentioned to my heart
and it leapt voilently in it's cold prison
It shrugged off it's bounds
In a fit of holy rage it began shattering
the logic that was keeping it quiet
for so long, just to see a ray of light
Now that it's out
I feel relieved once more
No longer can a remote mentality dominate my thoughts
but rather I'll forget every plan, let the moment come
and I'll see what happens.
All thanks to that someone,
that someone I can say I love.
Poetry by .Simon
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Written on 2010-12-23 at 15:13
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